Unfolding 2025

  None Can Afford My Peace Ever notice how people don’t realize how they treat others until they’re the ones getting hurt? It’s almost laughable — oh wait, maybe I shouldn’t have said that . Well, that’s been my story one too many times. My so-called “people” turned into plot twists straight out of a bad soap opera. From career choices to health struggles, financial hurdles, and even those expectations they created for me, I’ve been let down. And guess what? I kept blaming myself, thinking, Hey, I keep God in my heart. I would never call someone a loser or say they’re unworthy. I’ve been hurt a lot, and it often felt like I was doing emotional gymnastics for an audience that didn’t even care. But here’s where it gets interesting. In 2025, I decided to put an end to being terrorized by words. Why? Because I finally realized that my peace is so much more important than someone else’s opinion. And I bet you can relate. We’ve all been there, right? Hurt by words, disappointed by ...

Let’s start with a confession, my mom is the reason I can’t lose weight. No, seriously. Her cooking is too good . She’ll make multiple types of curries, fluffy chapatis, and dessert, then casually say, don’t eat too much; it’s not healthy . Like, woman, why did you unleash a buffet on me if I’m supposed to eat like a rabbit? And of course, who ends up taking the blame for my non-existent abs? My mom. But it doesn’t stop there. Bad Wi-Fi day? Dad’s fault—why can’t he just call the service provider and fix it? Wrong order delivered? Did my sister jinx my food. Fight with my partner? My family gets the silent treatment like they personally staged the argument. And don’t even get me started on the days when I wake up on the wrong side of the bed. Everyone in the house becomes a target, as if they collectively conspired to ruin my morning. Sound familiar? Let’s be honest here, we’ve all turned our families into emotional punching bags at some point. The bad day at work, the extra 2...

From Nivin Pauly to Life Have you ever looked back at your life and wondered how much of it was shaped by the people, places, and experiences around you? Sometimes, these influences feel so strong that you think they’ll define your path.  Let me share a little story from my own life. I grew up in what I’d call a mini-Kerala. Mallu neighbors, Mallu teachers, Mallu friends, and let’s not forget the Mallu breakfasts that could convince anyone to settle down for a lifetime of appams and stew. Oh, and the movies! Malayalam films had me hooked—I fell hopelessly in love with Nivin Pauly. So much that one fine day, I received a message from Nivin Pauly himself on Instagram (Everything Rhonda said is true). What a dream come true, right? This happened when I was in London (humble brag), and let’s just say I was blissfully unaware of all the scams that happen today. Back then, the internet felt a little less dangerous. Anyway, this Nivin Pauly tells me I look like a model. And if you know me...

  Before we dive into today’s topic, let’s take a moment to thank AI for blessing us with this insanely handsome guy. I mean, is it even legal to look this good? He’s not just my new wallpaper he’s my new reason to check my phone every five seconds! RIP, Productivity. Let's get straight to the topic before my distraction takes over me.  Just a thought, have you ever stopped to think, “ Wow, I’m actually this awesome? "  Probably not. Instead, we’re all pros at obsessing over how amazing everyone else is and conveniently forgetting to appreciate ourselves. But guess what? You’ve been quietly killing it every day like a ninja of productivity and you didn’t even know it.  Stick around, and I’ll show you how you’ve been a rockstar all along (yes, without a fancy degree). Let’s Talk About “Upgrading Your Skills”. No this is not Skill Nation and No I am not Jatan Shah. So yes, upgrading skills. Imagine you decide to learn something new. You start hunting for courses, f...

    Let’s talk about what curiosity can do to you... Okay, real talk, I am a spiritual person. The kind who hears the word meditation and experience pain between their eyebrows. Is that normal? Probably not. It’s like my body’s built-in alarm goes off, saying, “Whoa, we’re not just saying it; we’re living it.” And temples? Don’t even get me started. I step inside, and suddenly emotional floodgates open. Tears. Every. Single. Time. Apparently, there’s a term for this, Ashtsatvik Bhava. It’s that overwhelming emotional connection spiritual folks rave about. For me, it’s less “elevated” and more “pass me the tissues.” Dramatic? Maybe. But hey, if Ramkrishna Paramhans is right about Bhav Samadhi —a state of total sync between mind, body, and soul—then maybe those tears are more than just a flair for the dramatic. But here’s where I felt the spiritual intensity, my good friend Suniel, a professional spiritual enthusiast ( is that a thing? ), once sent me a Kundalini meditation. Fi...

  Why do I keep ignoring you? Let me tell you about my gut. Not the dream six-pack I keep promising myself , but the a ll-knowing life coach living rent-free inside me . This little genius works overtime, sending me warnings, nudges, and the occasional “ Don’t even think about it. ” But do I listen? Of course not. I treat it like spam from an unknown number and just go about my merry way. Let me give it to you straight, the gut knows everything. Like that time, you ignored the little " Don’t trust that guy " feeling? Yeah, how’d that work out for you? Or when your gut screamed, “ Stop after slice number three! ” and you still went for the fourth? Congratulations, you played yourself and now can’t fit into your favorite jeans. Gut throws up red flags faster than you can imagine. That uneasy feeling when something’s off? That’s your gut yelling, “Run, Forrest, run!” But do we listen? Nah., we wait for a PowerPoint presentation from the universe to confirm it. The f...

  Because 10-Rupee Coffee Won’t Get You to Starbucks Meet Phil. Phil had big dreams—he wanted to be successful, live the high life, and most importantly, sip on fancy cappuccinos at Starbucks like those influencers who post aesthetic pictures of their lattes. But here’s the thing: Phil’s daily fuel for these grand ambitions was a 10-rupee coffee that could strip paint off walls. He’d sip it, frown at the taste, and think, one day, I’ll upgrade. One day. Spoiler, one day wasn’t on Phil’s calendar. Until it was. One fine day, Phil had had enough of daydreaming. Clutching 700 rupees—half his weekly budget and a full dose of reckless optimism—Phil marched into Starbucks. The cool air-conditioning greeted him like a promise of luxury. The barista asked for his name, and Phil hesitated for a second before confidently saying, “Phil. P-H-I-L.” (This was his moment, and everyone was going to spell his name right.) When his caramel macchiato arrived, Phil took his first sip. It was smooth, c...

  Cape is in the Laundry Have you ever felt like life cast you as the lead in everyone else’s drama? The all-knowing, ever-available savior who’s supposed to have it all together? Yeah, same here. For years, I’ve been the Rajinikanth of my own life —a multitasking legend who said yes to everything, forgot how to say no, and somehow convinced myself that this was what being “good” looked like. And let me tell you, it wasn’t heroic—it was exhausting . I thought being there for everyone made me a better person. A better daughter, sister, companion, friend, and a professional. In my head, I was racking up imaginary trophies for Best Human of the Century . But here’s the twist, no one keeps track of the awards you think you’re earning. No one remembers the sacrifices you’ve made. And somewhere along the way, I lost pieces of myself. I lost my dancing feet. The rhythm I once felt in my soul now feels like a distant memory. My poetry? It died quietly while I was too busy writing ...

They’re Already Inside You Why are we so hooked on validation? Maybe it’s because someone clapped a little too enthusiastically when we took our first baby steps, and now we’re chasing that high like it’s the Approval Championship . But let’s face it, no one’s handing out trophies for drinking water today. ( Although seriously, staying hydrated deserves a standing ovation—it’s not easy to remember. ) For the longest time, I played the waiting game. I’d cook a meal and wait for someone to gush over it. Dress up and wait for compliments. Put in extra effort and wait for someone to notice. And let me tell you, waiting is exhausting—especially when the praise either doesn’t come or feels more meh than meaningful. It’s like life runs on its own schedule of appreciation. Some days, you get a pat on the back; other days, you might as well be invisible. And then there are the days when someone says, Great job , but it sounds like they’re reading off a script. Cue the insecurities. They st...

But I Walk Anyway So we at Write IT started a fitness routine on 27th December. it wasn’t about grand transformations or dramatic before-and-after pictures. It was about one thing: consistency. Just walking—one step at a time, every single day. Easy enough, right? Well, not quite. If you still don’t know me, let me introduce myself: I’m that jinxed woman you see in movies. The one who trips over nothing, has things mysteriously fall on her, accidentally wipes out her files, and burns her toast. I am committed to walking 5,000 steps a day, but Bro, I am nailing it with more than 8000, except for December 31st. No I wasn't partying (trust me, those days are behind me), but because my shoes decided to go against me. From December 27th to January 2nd, I walked six out of seven days. And when I say “walked,” I mean powered through with Band-Aids, painkillers, and sheer determination.  Why? Not because someone was keeping tabs on me—this wasn’t about bragging rights. It was about proving...

  Your Brain Deserves It Too  Picture this: your brain is like a beautiful room. Well, it  was  lovely, once upon a time. But years of neglect? Now it’s all dust, cobwebs, weird damp spots on the walls, and maybe even a creepy spider. Gross, right? But you know deep down that if you  just  rolled up your sleeves, grabbed some cleaning supplies, and gave it a good scrub, it’d be stunning again. Let’s talk about change . Oh, the horror, right? People act like the mere idea of change is some villain creeping up on their peaceful existence. Spoiler alert: most of that fear? It’s superficial . Here’s the thing—change isn’t here to ruin your life; it’s here to help you embrace your true self. Yes, that version of you is buried under years of habits, choices (or lack thereof), and questionable Netflix binges . Here’s where Kaizen and the 5S come in to save the day. If you’re thinking, “What’s Kaizen? Is that a yoga pose?” —let me break it down. Kaizen is all abo...